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Packed Full of Shit! 🐦‍⬛ Remaster (Syracuse, 2005)

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💊PACKED FULL OF SHIT💊 Did you take all your medications?... Smoked enough bongs to your face yet? Choked on the smoke around your head? Cigarette after cigarette, Must'a hit a couple strips of acid, Right before your shower, bet. Adderall before the Percocet, Fentanyl, crack, And lastly—meth! (Buh-daah—buh-duh-dah-bah! — buh-duh-bah-buh-duh-duh-duh!) (Buh-daah—buh-duh-dah-bah! — buh-duh-bah-buh-duh-duh-duh!) Booze and weed laced ecstasy, Draw 4 lines then vaccum up 3, Mali drops under your tongue, Dmt–shroom tea, Getting ready for lunch! Ketimean... LSD... [Brief half-beat stop.] Now wash it down... [Brief half-beat stop.] Coriceadin purple box— The entire thing! (Buh-daah—buh-duh-dah-bah! — buh-duh-bah-buh-duh-duh-duh!) (Buh-daah—buh-duh-dah-bah! — buh-duh-bah-buh-duh-duh-duh!) I know the room is spinnin, So could ya take a seat? Just tell me, When did ya turn into a drug pharmacy! [Full-band dead stop.] Even I have to admit! You're packed full of shit! Dinner gives ya jitters, When ya do a line, the size of a bus! Yeah, even I have to admit! You're packed full of shit! Freezing in the summer, Jack on– In 101 degree weather! You're doing every drug, Nothin makes you sick, Fuck bud, Ya gotta admit, You're packed full of shit! Vodka bottles—lining through the night, Never cold ya won't shiver, Ya enough spirits in ya, To fill a cemetery! Ya must be rolling on some tough ecstasy, 100 bottles deep, And you're still on you're feet, Sweet baby Jesus... (Buh-daah—buh-duh-dah-bah! — buh-duh-bah-buh-duh-duh-duh!) (Buh-daah—buh-duh-dah-bah! — buh-duh-bah-buh-duh-duh-duh!) (Buh-daah—buh-duh-dah-bah! — buh-duh-bah-buh-duh-duh-duh!) (Buh-daah—buh-duh-dah-bah! — buh-duh-bah-buh-duh-duh-duh!)— (BOOM!) Even I have to admit! You're packed full of shit! The night comes, And you're blasted! I can't believe your luck, How are you not dead yet?! Yeah, even I have to admit! You're packed full of shit! Indifferent to pain, You just don't feel anything! Snowing, floating— All over your face! You're doing every drug, Nothin makes you sick, Fuck bud, Is your blood, Made up of—narcotics? Ya gotta admit, Ya overdid it a bit, Does it make ya sick? All that's injected in? You're packed full of shit! Oxycodone,–Klonopin!,— Morphine, Codiene,—Ri-tal-in! (You're packed full of shi-it!) Percocet,–Xanax!,— Valium and Ativan! (Brother!—too much shi-it!) Dilaudid,–Demerol!,— Ambien mixed Adderall! (Gotta get away from it al-ll!) Fentanyl,–Tramadol!— Gabapentin,–Methadone! You gotta leave it alone... You're packed hard... Full of shit! Full of sh—it! God damn, kid, You're— FULL! OF! SHIT! (Buh-daah—buh-duh-dah-bah! — buh-duh-bah-buh-duh-duh-duh...)